Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 11:36:22 PDT
From: ghostwriter16@hotmail.com
Subject: Summer School Blues Part 1
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Summer School Blues
Part I
As we drove down the highway past the unimpressive Gulf of Mexico, I was
beginning to wonder if this had been a good idea. I had been bitching to
my parents that my summers were boring and I wanted something to do. At
14, I should have realized specificity would be imperative. I ended up
enrolled in a TAG (Talented And Gifted) program in Galveston for two weeks.
I thought hell, at least it's near a beach. I looked out the window. Some
beach. Son of a beach is more like it. Dull brown waters, stormy looking
skies, wretched humidity, and God knows what else.
I tried not to think about it, at least not to think badly about it. Maybe
there would be some cute boys here. Who knows. Yeah, right, dream on.
Cute boys at a TAG program? They'd probably all be nerds with goofy
glasses, overbites, and pocket protectors. My parents were driving me into
hell. I would rather be home and bored, watching MTV or something.
Anything but this.
Our car pulled into the cracked parking lot of the dormitory quad. I
stepped out to stretch my legs and look around. The series of three
identical buildings were very bland. Straight right- angled, box-shaped,
off-white colored structures. I've seen IRS buildings with more appeal to
them. My red hair must have stood out like a bulls eye out here.
The pavement of the parking lot was broken and pot-holed, a myriad of tiny
green weeds sprouting from the cracks. There were puddles everywhere,
refusing to dry up in the Texas heat. Of course, the temperature didn't
really matter because they were being sustained by the incredible humidity,
and they teemed with life. Nothing good, mind you. The entire campus was
a virtual breeding ground for the Texas mosquito, the biggest son of a
bitch you will ever see in America. Larvae swarmed by the hundreds over
the hundreds more of puddles.
"Do I really have to do this?" I asked.
"You're the one who said he was bored during the summer. Well, here's
something to do," my dad said, completely unsympathetically.
"I wasn't this bored," I retorted.
"Well, here's something else for you to do," he said throwing my suitcase
at me. He hefted another bag out and handed it to my mother, then took the
last one for himself. "Let's go find out where your room is. Do you have
all that paperwork they sent you?"
"I have it in my purse, dear," my mom answered.
"Then let's get going."
I sighed and followed them into the building. There was a poster next to
the open stairwell that read, "TAG Program Registration, Second Floor TV
Room." We ambled up the stairs, no elevators of course, to the second
floor. The TV room was right at the top. There were (I would guess)
counselors set up at three different tables with letters taped to each one.
A fourth person stood at the door greeting people as they came in and four
more sat on the sofas watching an Aerosmith video on television. The lady
at the door smiled warmly as we approached. Her name tag read, "Evelyn."
"Hello! How are you today? The tables are divided up by last names, so
just find the one that has the first letter of your last name and they'll
take care of you!"
"Thank you, Evelyn," my dad said shaking her hand and smiling. We walked
over to our table. The girl sitting there was bright and cheerful. She
had long blond hair tied back into a pony tail and big brown eyes. Of
course, that wasn't all that was big on her, but I'll get on with it. She
had a soft and friendly young face. Her name tag read, "Krista."
"Hey there, what's your name?" she said happily as we approached the table.
"Davis, Cody Davis," my mom blurted out before I even had a chance to take
a breath. "I have all his registration papers here." I watched in abject
humiliation as my mom emptied the contents of her purse onto the table.
She found what she was looking for and handed the papers to Krista, then
began the unorganized task of cramming everything back into her purse.
Krista pulled a small packet from a box on the table and handed it to me.
"Okay, Cody, you're in room 307. Your roommate's name is Kyle and he's
already checked in so you might see him up there. Orientation is tonight
at six o'clock right here and we go to dinner from there. Any questions?"
"Not yet, but maybe I'll think of something later on," I said, smiling and
winking. I saw her blush as I turned and headed for the stairs. I love
doing that. If only they knew.
"Do you know where you're going?" my dad called after me.
"As a matter of fact I do. Third floor."
"How do you know you're on the third floor?" my mom asked, just getting the
last trinket back into her purse.
"I didn't get into the TAG program for nothing, you know. My room is 307.
The first number corresponds to the floor number, the last two to the room
number. Besides, Krista said I might see Kyle `up there,' indicating my
room was on a floor above this one. Since there are only three floors in
this building, I concluded my room was on the third one. Any more
questions?"
"Smart ass," my dad said.
"And he has you to thank for it," my mom added.
Krista smiled.
I turned and walked out.
There was no one in the room when I unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Nothing very impressive. The interior walls were the same color as the
exterior, and the unplush carpet was a dark mustard color. It looked old
and worn, as if at one time it might have been bright as the sun, but so
many feet had trampled that brightness out. There were two twin beds, one
in the back left corner and the other about five feet closer to the door
already made up. They were separated by a plain wooden desk and chair, and
an identical desk sat just opposite the closer bed.
There was one chest of drawers situated on the wall directly opposite the
farthest bed. Just next to that was another door that I presumed led to
the bathroom. Two closets with vinyl compressible doors were situated side
by side on the right wall just past the entry. There was only one window
in the room, but it took up most of that wall, the main door taking up the
rest. There was an a/c unit below the window and a small table with two
chairs not far from that.
I crossed over to the farther bed and threw my suitcase on top. My mom
came right over, pulled it off, and handed it back to me. "Put your
clothes away."
My father was opening closets to see which one was empty. He figured it
out and hung my hanging bag inside. "I'll let you take care of that
later."
My mother, meanwhile, had opened the other bag and was trying to put the
sheets on my bed.
"Mom, I'll do that," I said taking the rest of the sheets from her. The
last thing I needed was for my roommate to come in and see mommy and daddy
setting everything up for me.
She looked back at me almost hurt. "Oh, okay honey, if you're sure."
"Hey, you taught me well. I can handle it," I said with a reassuring
smile.
She seemed to perk up a little at that. My dad walked over and placed his
hands on her shoulder. "Come on, we've got a drive ahead of us if we want
to be home before dark."
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Mom asked.
"Absolutely, I promise I'll call you if I have any problems," I said, not
entirely lying. I don't cry to mommy.
Thinking I was just about home free, my mom warp sped over to me and hugged
me close. "Behave and have fun, okay?"
"Don't worry, I will," I said mischievously. With that, they turned and
left. I finished making my bed and putting my clothes away. I looked over
at the alarm clock I had set up on my desk. It was only 4:30, leaving me
an hour and a half till the orientation started. I decided I would go find
the pool, or at least see if it was open.
I pulled my trunks out of my dresser and went to change in the bathroom.
There was a door on the other side of the bathroom that led to the
adjoining room, but no one was in there either. Both beds had already been
set up as well. The bathroom had a double sink, and the toilet and shower
were in a separate room behind them. I went into the private room to
change and decided to take a piss first. Just as I was getting my pants
off, I heard voices outside. Someone, actually more than one, came
trampling through the bathroom joking around with each other. Someone
knocked on the door.
"Be out in a sec," I called.
I heard some muffled giggling and sped up my changing process. I flushed
the toiled and opened the door quickly, but the room was empty. I walked
back into my room and tossed my clothes into a drawer. I pulled out a
sleeveless t-shirt and towel, grabbed my key, Oakleys, and sandals, and was
just about to the door when someone from behind said, "Hey, wussup?"
I turned to see three of the most gorgeous boys looking at me. Two of them
were about my height, around 5'6" and about 120 pounds. The other was
closer to six feet, probably about 150. They all had fairly excellent
muscle definition, easily discernable beneath their shirts. They must have
been athletes.
"I'm Kyle," the first one said, walking over and extending his hand. Kyle
was cute. He had blond hair tied back, the sides and back of his head
shaved to the scalp in a typical boarder's cut. He had deep brown eyes and
small, but appealing lips. There wasn't a blemish on his face. He was
wearing cut-off khaki shorts, a white t-shirt and sandals.
"Hey. Cody," I said, returning the shake.
"This is Robbs," he said pointing to the six foot tall Greek god before me.
Robbs had jet black hair also tied up in a pony tail, but none of his head
was shaved. He had icy blue eyes, incredibly hypnotic, and a few freckles
on his cheeks. He was dressed in denim shorts, a blue tank top, and
sneakers with no socks. "And this is David," he said pointing to the last
boy in the group. David was pretty cute, too, but he still looked very
boyish compared to the others. He had brown hair cropped into a very short
flat top. His brown eyes held a certain innocence I couldn't quite
explain. He was wearing denim shorts also, a Tommy shirt, and sneakers.
"Pool's closed on Sundays, we just walked by there."
Damn. Now what am I going to do for an hour, I thought to myself.
"We came back to see if you'd gotten here yet. Everyone's over at the rec
center playing pool or video games. Want to join us?" Kyle asked.
"Hell yes, let me change back into normal clothes first," I said rushing
past them to my dresser.
"We'll wait for you outside," Kyle said, and they left.
I didn't bother to go back in the bathroom, I just stripped down there and
slid my boxers and shorts back on. I kept the t-shirt and sandals I was
wearing and threw my towel on the bed. As I turned towards the door, I
could swear I saw a shadow moving away from the window. It was blocked by
venetian blinds, but they were open just enough for someone to get a
limited view inside. I opened the door into the bright sunlight and found
all three boys facing away from me overlooking the back side of the
building. I guess it was just wishful thinking.
I walked up next to them to see what was out there. There was a sand
volleyball court, tennis courts, and the pool directly behind our building,
and other buildings beyond that. I saw several other kids my age walking
towards the next closest building.
"Let's cruise," Kyle said, now sporting an identical pair of e-wires.
The four of us walked down the stairs, Kyle leading the way. We stepped
back out into the sunlight, no longer protected by the shade of the
building. Several other groups passed by us, each engrossed in their own
private conversations. I decided to start one of my own. "So what grade
is everyone in?"
Without turning around, Kyle answered for everyone. "Robbs and I are both
going to be freshmen in the fall, David'll be in seventh."
"Seventh? Wait, I thought you had to be at least 13 to get in here?"
"David's exceptionally gifted. They made an exception in his case.
Besides, he'll be thirteen about three months anyway."
"Anyone into any sports?" I continued.
"I'm not really. I run track back home, but I don't compete. I also
skateboard every now and then," Kyle said.
"I play basketball and baseball," Robbs added.
"I play tennis sometimes, but mostly I surf," David said.
"Surf? Where you from?" I asked.
"Well, Dallas, originally, but my father's in the navy and we got
transferred to Hawaii a few years ago."
"Sweet," I said.
"What about you? You play?" David asked.
"Yeah, I play hockey, snowboard, cold weather stuff."
"Cool."
The conversation pretty much ended there. We had just stepped into the
shade of the rec center. Kyle led the way up the stairs to the doors and
led us in. The game room was just around the corner on the other side of
the commons. It was packed. We walked in and I realized this might not be
such a bad summer after all. I didn't see any nerdy looking kids in the
entire room. They weren't all attractive, but definitely not what I
expected. There were guys with girls swarming around them and girls with
guys swarming around them. Kyle and Robbs walked over to one of the pool
tables and started talking to another guy. David caught someone else and
disappeared.
I decided I would cruise around and see what this summer had to offer. I
saw several cute boys, I guess ranging in age from thirteen to sixteen. My
taste tends towards blondes, but there were some darker haired boys there
that were just too cute. I saw one boy playing ping pong that was
absolutely perfect. He was wearing aqua blue soccer shorts and a white
t-shirt. He had blond hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever
seen. They were the color of tropical ocean waters and just as deep. This
boy was perfect. He had nice sized hands, too. I would have to get to
know this boy later on somehow.
I couldn't get to any of the games, pool, video, or otherwise, so I just
walked around. I found Kyle and Robbs and hung around them for a while
until it was time to go back for our orientation. David caught up with us
on the way back.
There were about fifty kids gathered in the TV room when we got there and
about twenty more behind us. We found a spot along the wall and sat on the
window sills. We chatted about nothing special while we waited for
everyone else to get here. Once everyone did finally arrive and quiet down
enough for the counselors to talk, the meeting began. They went over the
rules, the layout of the campus, what time classes started, what time we
had to be up by and back in our rooms by. All the counselors introduced
themselves and told us where they'd be if we needed them.
When they finished, they sent all of us out of the room so they could set
up for the pizza they ordered without us in the way, then let us back in a
few at a time to get what we wanted. There were soda machines on the first
floor, so the four of us decided to get our drinks first, then pizza, and
headed back to our rooms. We all sat in Kyle's and my room and talked a
little more, just getting to know each other better. After we ate, we went
back down to the TV room to see if anything was going on. Aerosmith was on
MTV playing the same song again, so we went back to my room.
"Anyone know how to play spades?" Kyle asked.
Robbs and David said they did, but I admitted I never had. Gin Rummy was
more my game.
"No problem. It's cake to learn," Kyle said. We pulled the table from in
front of the window over towards Kyle's bed. Kyle sat on his bed and the
rest of us pulled chairs to the other three sides. Kyle said I would be
his partner and Robbs and David would be the other team. He explained the
rules to me and I caught on pretty quick. The first deal was awesome.
Somehow, I managed to get almost every spade, so Kyle and I mopped the
floor with Robbs and David. That pretty much set the game. They had no
way to catch up with us.
We talked about this and that while playing, and eventually the
conversation turned to sex, as it usually does with teenage boys. We each
talked about who we'd fucked, or who we'd like to fuck and all that jazz.
I played the good little breeder and didn't mention that I'd like to fuck
all three of them; individually and together. We played for about three
hours before David announced he was tired and was going to bed. Since that
left Robbs without a partner, he dropped off, too.
Kyle and I pushed the table back to where it had been and started getting
ready for bed. I had pulled a pair of Umbros out of a drawer and was about
to go change when Kyle said something.
"Where you going?" he asked. I turned around just as he was dropping his
shirt on the floor and unbuckling his belt. "You don't have to change in
the bathroom, I don't care. We're all guys here," he said with a smile.
Hmm, I wonder. I shrugged my shoulders and walked back over to my bed. I
turned around just in time to see his shorts slide down his legs onto the
floor. He stood before me now in just a pair of bikini briefs. His legs
were almost completely hairless, and his chest was. He had a very small
patch under each arm, but nothing else, at least not that I could see. He
obviously noticed me staring. "What?" he asked.
Great, busted checking him out. "Um, nothing. I was just expecting
boxers. I don't know many boarders who wear, um, I mean who don't wear
boxers."
He just shrugged, smiled and turned around. My God what an ass! He still
had a very cute bubble butt, and in those bikinis, well you can imagine. I
undressed to my boxers as I watched him cross the room to turn off the
light. I could see his silhouetted form in the moonlight as he crossed
back. He stopped at the bathroom door and did something before walking
over to his bed. As he turned to get in, I glimpsed his profile and I
could swear he was getting hard. What an imagination I have. Hell, he was
cute, of course I would have fantasies about him.
"Now, you're not going to come over in the middle of the night and suck my
cock or anything like that are you?" Kyle whispered.
Thinking he was just goofing off, I said jokingly, "And what if I do?"
"Well then I might just have to return the favor."
I froze at those words. Was he serious? I had never actually messed
around with another guy before, just what I'd seen in porn videos and mags.
I turned over to face the wall unsure of what to think. "Well, if you
decide to come over and suck mine, I guess that means I'll have to return
the favor, too." What the hell was I saying? He had to be joking around.
The sudden placement of a hand on my shoulder told me immediately he
wasn't.
I turned over to see him standing right next to my bed, his rigid pole
trying to push its way out the tight briefs. I was in shock. Yes, I had
dreamed of this, but I sure as hell wasn't expecting it. Now I wasn't sure
what to do. I looked up at him in the dim light, down at his dick, and
back at his face. "That looks kinda painful," I said.
"Maybe you should get it out then," he said. My own dick was already
trying to push its way through the opening in my boxers. I looked at it
and hesitated. He reached down and lifted my chin with his hand. "Don't
worry, man, it's okay, I've done this before with some friends back home.
I don't mind if you don't, but if you do, I'll stop right now and that'll
be the end of it."
"What if Robbs or David come in?"
"I locked the door. Besides, if I read them right, they've both messed
around at least once with another guy. I can scare them into silence if I
need to."
I smiled up at him and grabbed his ass gently with both hands. I began
kissing his cotton covered cock and balls. I heard a sharp intake of
breath as I crossed the length of what must have been six and a half
inches, which is pretty big for a fourteen year old. I flushed a little
embarrassed knowing mine was only five inches, but quickly overcame any
hesitation as I felt his cock twitch beneath the fabric.
I slid a hand in the side and stroked the hot member from base to tip a few
times before lowering the front of his briefs and exposing it to the cool
air. Overcome by hormones, I took it into my mouth and tasted him for the
first time. I immediately sucked hard and licked at the underside of his
shaft, bobbing up and down quickly, teasing his head every now and then.
After about a minute, I backed of and went slower, drawing out his obvious
pleasure.
I took the time to slip his briefs off completely and let them slide to the
floor. His balls hung free, and they were big just like his dick. I
stroked his cock and let my tongue flicker across the surface of his sac.
It was completely smooth and hairless. I gently tongue bathed the
walnut-sized jewels and gently took each into my mouth. I returned to
teasing his cock for a while before he finally spoke.
"Stand up," he whispered.
I did as I was told. He pulled my boxers down and I stepped out of them.
He pulled me over to his bed and lay down, pulling me on top of him He
pulled my face to his and our lips met, tongues battling each other for
dominance. We kissed for what seemed like hours. It was the greatest
thrill of my young life. I had always dreamt of doing this, but never
thought I actually would. We broke the kiss and he whispered in my ear.
"Get on your hands and knees and flip around."
I realized he must be thinking sixty-nine, so I quickly took up position.
As soon as I had, I felt a warm, moist sensation flood over my penis. It
took all I had not to shoot right there. This was the first blow job I'd
ever had, and damn was it good. He was working at it like a pro, so like
I'd promised, I returned the favor and returned to his dick. I sucked on
hit just as hard as he was sucking mine. After a few seconds, his mouth
left my dick and moved to my balls. It was incredible.
After a few seconds of that, his tongue traveled farther up towards my ass.
I had never heard of rimming, so this was completely unexpected. His slid
his tongue slowly from the base of my balls up to my crack and lightly
flicked over my hole, checking to make sure it was safe. Fortunately, I
had showered since the last time I'd used it, so there was nothing for him
to find. When he realized this, he grabbed my hips with his hands and
pulled me down into his face, burying his tongue in my ass. He licked like
crazy, trying to thrust his tongue in deeper. Eventually, he did. I was
so relaxed and high from the feeling, I didn't realize I had let his dick
slip from my mouth.
"Get it really wet," he said breaking for a second. I realized he was
talking about his dick so I went back down, getting it good and wet. He
pulled it from my mouth and slid out from under me. I was about to turn
around, but he held me in place. "No, don't move," he whispered.
He moved me forward a little, then I felt his slippery dick slide up my
crack. It occurred to me what he was going to do and I was so ready for
it. I felt the tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. He pushed
slowly and it slid in easily. His rimming had lubed and relaxed me so much
I felt no pain. I was expecting a little at first, but nothing. He slid
in a little at a time to make sure he wasn't hurting me, and soon I felt
the small patch of his pubic hair tickling my ass. "Oh, yeah," I
whispered.
Kyle began sliding his dick in and out of my ass, slowly at first, but
increasing his pace quickly. Soon he was plowing my no longer virgin ass
with all his strength. Each time his dick grazed my prostate, I felt my
own dick jump. Before I knew what was happening, I felt my own orgasm
rushing up on me. And I hadn't even touched myself!
"Oh, man, Kyle, I'm gonna shoot!" I said. Kyle slipped out of me and swung
his head under me to get my dick in his mouth. As soon as his tongue
touched me I blew shot after shot into his mouth. I could feel him
swallowing each jet as it pulsed from my body. When I was done, he came
back up and slid back into my ass, pounding feverishly for his own release.
It didn't take much longer before I felt the warm sensation of his orgasm
flooding my insides, slicking me up and intensifying his own orgasm.
He lay on top of me breathing heavily when he finished, his softening cock
still in me. He slowly slid it out and lay down on the bed. He pulled me
down with him so that he was spooned in behind me.
"You don't mind sleeping here tonight, do you?" he asked.
"Hell no I don't mind," I answered. "So I guess this means you're gay,
too?"
"Well, I like sex with other boys, but I'm not looking for a relationship
if that's what you mean. Is that okay with you?" he asked, suddenly
realizing what he had gotten himself into and hoping he hadn't made a
mistake.
"No, I guess I don't mind just sex. This is the first time I've done
anything with another guy and I'd like to mess around and see what I've
been missing. We're still friends, though, right?"
"Absolutely, I will always be your friend. Was I really your first?"
"Yup. You were my first."
"Was I good?"
"Well, the only thing I have to compare you to is my hand, and you were
definitely better than that!"
"I hope so." He trailed off for a moment, then added, "So you wouldn't
mind doing it again?"
"Are you kidding? I can't wait!"
"Kewl. Maybe I can get Robbs and David to join us sometime," he suggested?
"Hmm, that could be fun," I whispered. Kyle giggled then kissed the back
of my neck. This was definitely going to be an interesting summer.
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